Howl

It's a fine night for some crazed wild poetry -- still wild after all these years.

Here's a wonderful collection of memories, complaints and analysis of Ginsberg and Howl by other poets. Tremendous stuff.

Howl
Allen Ginsberg  (1926-1997)

For Carl Solomon

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,

dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,

angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,

who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz,

who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated,

the rest here